Special Years

There is a chance to try a gun, and everyone was willing to go up and try it.

Shooting at unfamiliar venues. If it is a competition, conditions permitting, try to test live ammunition on the spot.

However, in this case, many people's hearts are pumped up.

The reason is very simple. If the tree 600 meters away is a half-length target, perhaps most people will not hesitate to go into battle now.

But now there is a chest ring target erected there, the situation is completely different.

Looking at a half-length target at 600 meters has exceeded the performance limit of the 85 sniper rifle's 4x mirror. To put it bluntly, the half-length target you see in the mirror is only similar to a long bug.

If it's a chest ring target...

It is conceivable that it is the size of a seven-star ladybug, and it is almost completely covered by the small arrow on the reticle in the 85-style sniper rifle scope.

In this case, holding this sniper rifle that was originally an imitation SVD without special ammunition and no new scope for accurate shooting can only be said that most of it depends on the extraordinary shooting ability of the shooter itself.

These elites standing on the scene do not say that they will never hit, but they do not know how many shots they need to hit, and they must ensure that both shots are taken...

No one has a complete grasp.

Now there are several top divisions and teams directly under the army, and under the watchful eyes of so many people, if you don't even hit a few shots...

It wasn't as simple as just losing face, but also losing the face of the field division where he was.

Zhang Yaoyi raised her hand and said, "Me!"

Zhang Dapao pointed at him and said, "Go, there is still a target position vacant."

Zhang Yiyi took two bullets from Peng Qiang's hand, pressed them into the magazine, went up with the sniper rifle, lay on the target, set up the gun, and then slowly began to adjust his posture, and then loaded the magazine, Open the safety bolt to load the bullet.

Someone else went up to compete with Gao Xiaoyang, and he was the top of the division who had not appeared before. Everyone had new expectations.

At least, if the soldiers of the 1st division can also play this kind of result, then it will be an invisible encouragement for everyone, because before the 3rd division had two tops, each with five rounds, and all of them only went up got two.

bah—

Gao Xiaoyang fired the last shot.

Soon, the crowd exclaimed again.

"I hit again!"

"Fuck! God!"

"It's too fierce... How many times is this?"

"The fifth issue..."

Zhang Yiyi was lying on the target position, the pointed end of the scope lightly touched the chest ring target, checked it, and confirmed that the scope was clear and not contaminated by dust and mist, and then began to adjust the height and left and right directions through the handwheel.

After everything was done, he took a breath and began to slowly lower his heart rate.

In the sight glass is a rather magical situation at the moment - just like you take a needle to touch a small bug floating on the water, you must keep your hand not shaking at all, otherwise the small bug will be touched with a slight touch. Slightly swing away...

The small arrow on the reticle is like a beating elf, and like a naughty child who refuses to cooperate.

After confirming the rough aim, Zhang Yiyi took another slow, deep breath, and then began to hold her breath...

The little arrow is finally starting to stabilize...

"Calm down... Calm down..."

Standing solemnly in the ranks, his palms were sweating, and he muttered silently.

Success or failure is often at the moment of firing.

Breathe, aim, hold your breath, fire...

It's an interlocking whole process, and as long as one thing goes wrong, the bullet will fly away without a trace.

bah—

The first shot was fired.

Everyone immediately raised the monocular in their hands and looked into the distance.

"I hit!" Geng Danian was the first to cheer!

"Old Zhang mighty!"

"Brilliant!"

The tops of Division 1 began to cheer.

The faces of the 2 division's people are a little disdainful, isn't it just a hit? Are you happier than winning the sports lottery grand prize?

Zhang Dapao turned his head and said to everyone, "Don't be noisy! Take a good look!"

bah—

Before he finished speaking, Gao Xiaoyang, who was lying beside Zhang Yuyi, fired the last bullet in the magazine.

The hope is to return!

Everyone raised the binoculars in their hands again.

"good!"

The first to shout was Captain Chen Xiaobo, captain of the 2nd Division's shooting training team. He raised his fist and waved it so hard in the air.

"Very good!"

Gao Xiaoyang got up from the ground, picked up his gun and checked it. He glanced at Zhang Yiyi, who was still focusing on aiming beside him.

Now, Zhang Yiyi is the only one left on the stage.

Chen Xiaobo walked up to Zhang Dapao and said, "Old Zhang, the soldiers are good."

This is referring to the bullet that Zhang Yaoyi had just shot.

This time, Zhang Dabao abnormally didn't brag about himself, but glanced at Chen Xiaobo, turned his head and continued to stare at the distant target.

This time is not the time to brag, it is time to compete for strength.

In the competition of the top players, everything is determined by strength.

bah—

Zhang Yaoyi fired the second shot.

"Fuck!"

"bingo!"

"Old Zhang is amazing!"

The top team of the 1st division immediately started booing.

Zhang Dabao still didn't say a word~www.novelmt.com~ fired only two rounds, which is really nothing.

However, Zhang Yuyi's performance satisfied him.

Zhang Yiyi is a second-year soldier, and being able to reach such a level at least shows that he has great potential.

Chen Xiaobo didn't say anything, maybe he didn't expect Zhang Yaoyi to be able to win two in a row.

bah—

As soon as the third shot sounded, Zhang Dabao frowned.

Many people have been looking at the target with binoculars, but Zhuang Yan noticed that Zhang Dapao was actually staring at Zhang Yiyi all the time, paying attention to his every little movement.

Zhang Dabao sighed slightly.

"Running target..."

Soon, after seeing the information about the target reported in the distance, the people of the 1st Division's shooting team were all stupid.

off target...

Zhang Yuyi's forehead was oozing with sweat.

bah—

Fourth shot...

off target...

bah—

Fifth shot...

Still off target...

Zhang Dapao's big, thick lips were pressed together tightly. Suddenly, he turned to look at Majestic and asked, "Why didn't you just look at the target like they did?"

In fact, Zhang Dapao has always noticed that when everyone is looking at the target, only himself, Chen Xiaobo and Zhuang Yan are staring at Zhang Yaoyi.

This seems solemn and a little different.

Chen Xiaobo seemed to have noticed it too. He looked at Zhang Dapao, and then at Zhuang Yan. He looked at it carefully and said, "Second class soldier... the second year?"

Nodding solemnly: "Comrade Captain, you are right, I am a second-year soldier."

Chen Xiaobo said: "You haven't answered your captain's question, why don't you look at the target?"

Zhuang Yan felt that Chen Xiaobo was rhetoric. After all, he was the captain of the 2nd Division. He turned his attention to Zhang Dabao, who raised his chin and said, "Just say it, you are allowed to speak now."

"Because..." said solemnly